Song | Friday Night And The Gates Are Low |
Artist | Half Man Half Biscuit |
Album | Some Call It Godcore |
When I had my loft | |
Converted back into a loft | |
The neighbours came around and scoffed | |
And called me retro | |
But they are the type | |
Who never used to go to the match | |
Until the family thing got big | |
In the late eighties | |
Dad’s a steward in the stand | |
Brace of comps in his hand | |
New men run a creche | |
While home defeats by Jeunesse D’Esch | |
In the Lux Familiar cup | |
Are rendered pointless | |
Stick a burger in my mouth | |
Shove a seat beneath my arse | |
Buy the shirt and shorts and socks | |
Win the keeper’s sweaty jocks | |
Point a gun down at your foot | |
Am I supposed to be at home? | |
Friday night and the gates are low | |
And it’s raining | |
Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend | |
So you came and went | |
‘Cos on crap three million was spent | |
And if Josh wants a five man tent | |
There must be forfeits | |
Star man said bye bye | |
And now you’re reaching for the Sky | |
Sit back relax and watch us die | |
Of entertainment | |
Fiancee said that it was fun | |
Even though the others won | |
I can’t stand any more | |
‘Cos I can’t stand anymore | |
You were blind but you will see | |
Tonight’s attendance one-two-three | |
Friday night and the gates are low | |
And it’s raining | |
Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend | |
Friday night and I just love complaining | |
And no I haven’t got anything better to do |
When I had my loft | |
Converted back into a loft | |
The neighbours came around and scoffed | |
And called me retro | |
But they are the type | |
Who never used to go to the match | |
Until the family thing got big | |
In the late eighties | |
Dad' s a steward in the stand | |
Brace of comps in his hand | |
New men run a creche | |
While home defeats by Jeunesse D' Esch | |
In the Lux Familiar cup | |
Are rendered pointless | |
Stick a burger in my mouth | |
Shove a seat beneath my arse | |
Buy the shirt and shorts and socks | |
Win the keeper' s sweaty jocks | |
Point a gun down at your foot | |
Am I supposed to be at home? | |
Friday night and the gates are low | |
And it' s raining | |
Bastard slip of a sub' s ruined my weekend | |
So you came and went | |
' Cos on crap three million was spent | |
And if Josh wants a five man tent | |
There must be forfeits | |
Star man said bye bye | |
And now you' re reaching for the Sky | |
Sit back relax and watch us die | |
Of entertainment | |
Fiancee said that it was fun | |
Even though the others won | |
I can' t stand any more | |
' Cos I can' t stand anymore | |
You were blind but you will see | |
Tonight' s attendance onetwothree | |
Friday night and the gates are low | |
And it' s raining | |
Bastard slip of a sub' s ruined my weekend | |
Friday night and I just love complaining | |
And no I haven' t got anything better to do |